Lyrics:

You never get your hands covered in dirt
You never get your heart covered in hurt
Lean your cheep upon your hands – I`ll be your glove
I try to dress you up with my love

You walk right through my walls
You walk right through my walls

The ghost of a thousand little lies
Is haunting my lips and my finger-tips, and my eyes
The ghost of a thousand little lies
Is haunting my lips and my finger-tips, and my eyes
Take me to England cause I`m going slightly mad
(nobody will notice I`m mad in England)

You never get your hands covered in love
Lean your cheek upon your hand – I`ll be your glove.